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SAMPLE CHAPTER 3

INNOCENT DRUNKARDS

The same night after dinner, Somu called up Vicky and me at home and we decided to meet. We walked through a road; the surrounding area was so quiet that we could not hear anything apart from the sound of our footsteps. The weather in the green was so chilly that we were wearing sweaters and balaclavas that covered our head, ears and half of our face. The insufficient light coming out of the street lamps covered by the trees had turned the surrounding area murky. I decided to hold back the moments shared with Pooja from my friends.
“What’s the matter anna? Why have you called us out in this chilly weather?” Vicky asked tucking both his hands into his pocket. “And what are you carrying in this bag?”
I asked as I took the bag from Somu and checked what was inside it. “Rum, what is this for?” I said as I removed a bottle of rum from the bag.
“I got it from my appa’s cupboard,” Somu said as he rubbed his hands against each other.
“So, what are we supposed to do with it?” asked Vicky
The sound of an oncoming scooter disturbed the silence for a moment as it passed by.
“Let’s try it friends. I heard it makes your body warm. The British drink this during severe winters,” said Somu.
The result that came out of Somu’s survey was enough to convince us, and we decided to try it.
“That’s ok anna, but what if your dad searches for the bottle?” I asked Somu.
“Don’t worry Bryan, he is already through with enough pegs before dinner. Whatever amount we drink I will refill that much with water and keep it safely back in the same place,” Somu said.

Why was I worried? I thought, after all it was Somu’s dad who would worry after drinking it. I imagined Somu’s appa suing a case against the shopkeeper for selling duplicate liquor.
We found a suitable place unlike the last one when we had chosen a girl’s school. It was an old house, considered to be a haunted house in the area. We knew it was the safest place where no one would dare to visit.
The house was full with creepers; there was no roof, which allowed the sight of open sky with the partial moon accompanied by twinkling stars. We cleared the dust as we sat down in a circle. The very thought about experiencing a drink for the first time excited us.
“C’mon anna, make it fast, remove it,” Vicky said.
It seemed like Somu was fully loaded with the essential stuff as each item came one after the other out of the cotton bag. Three plastic glasses, two bottles, one of water and the other of rum were placed on the surface. He also removed a packet of peanuts. After opening the bottle of rum, I poured three equal pegs in each glass and then filled it with water.
“Cheers for our debut...” I said.
“Cheers for the chilly winter...” Somu said.
“Cheers for Somu’s dad…” Vicky said.
We raised our glasses. Different expressions with the same feeling reflected on our faces as we sipped the bitter taste of rum for the first time.
“It’s so bitter. How do people dink drink it?” I said as I completed the second sip.
“Leave that Bryan and tell me what you did at the club today? What about Pooja? Was she there?”
Was this Somu’s fishy plan to make me drink and reveal the facts? I contemplated for a while and opened the packet of peanuts.
“No anna, I didn’t see her. Yes, I saw Kapoor uncle sitting; perhaps he was searching for someone,” I said as I put a peanut in my mouth.
“Was that bastard there? I tell you Bryan, that beast is after my life,” said Somu as he quickly bottomed the glass and filled the new one.
Meanwhile we also finished one glass and started with the next. The effect of rum had slowly started to work on our brain.
“I tell you Somu, Pooja is a sex bomb.” Somu stared at me as I said so.
“Yes Bryan, you are absolutely right. She indeed is a sex bomb.”
Now both of us stared at Vicky as he said so. I thought the race was only between Somu and me. Nevertheless, one glass of rum had started to reveal the facts.
“See guys, let me make it simple. Now that the fact has come out from all of us, let us all try our luck, as we all are suspecting about her smile.” Vicky said.
“I agree to what Vicky says,” I accepted since I was pretty sure I was the lucky one. But Somu kept mum.
“What about you anna? Don’t you agree with us?” Vicky said as he placed his hand over Somu’s shoulder.
“I don’t agree with this. You both have an edge over me. It is easy for Bryan to approach her as she talks to him. Vicky is good looking and can write well so it will not be hard for him to impress her. Considering my looks and the way I’ve been treated by my father in law, do you think I stand a chance?” asked Somu.
One and half glass of rum had changed Somu’s perspective from beast, bastard and what not, to a father in law.
“Listen anna, I’ve been talking to her and I know she loves a good laugh. So you won’t have difficulty impressing her,” I told Somu.
“Bryan is right Somu. And don’t you worry about our father in law; we will find some way to convince him,” said Vicky as he kissed Somu on his cheek.
Draupadi had five husbands in Mahabharata but here Pooja had three.
Eventually, after completing two more glasses, Somu agreed. However, we were not in a state of listening to it as we had emptied the bottle by utilizing even the last drop in it. We tried hard to get up. After three four attempts we finally got up holding each other.
“You bastard Kapoor. Fuck off!” said Somu as he kicked the empty bottle hard, visualizing it as Kapoor uncle. The father in law again had turned into a bastard.
“Wait Somu. This bastard deserves something else,” I said as we all unzipped our pants and pissed on the bottle.
“This is for bossing my father,” I said.
“This is for getting a beautiful daughter,” Vicky said.
“And this is for making my life hell,” Somu said.
We emptied our bladder with as rapid a force as possible.
“Come guys, I will show you where Pooja stays,”
I said as I tried to balance myself.
“So do you know where she stays?” asked Somu as he swayed while trying to walk.
“Sorry Somu, Sorry Vicky. Actually, I met her at the ground today. She asked me to accompany her for a jog. So what I advice you both is that stop wasting your time on Pooja as I am the one she is smiling at,” I told them.
“What are you saying Bryan? You fooled us,” said Somu as he removed his specs which was about to fall.
“Did she say that she was smiling at you?” asked Vicky.
“No she did not say that but I could make out from her behaviour,” I said.
“Then it is too early to say, Bryan. Now, let’s go to meet the beast,” said Somu as he carefully lifted the bottle, “or Kapoor uncle I should say,” with the help of a leaf and kept it inside the bag.
What was Somu up to? We were not sure whether he was going to refill the same bottle and keep it back in his father’s cupboard, but one thing was quite sure that, if he did so, then Somu’s father would undoubtedly appeal for a death sentence against the shopkeeper.
We placed our hands on each other’s shoulder, unknowingly. Was it a friendship signal or was it to support each other from falling? We sang the famous Sholay song, ‘Yeh dosti hum nahi todenge,’ as we walked gripping each other tightly on the road. In Sholay, there was Jai and Veeru who sang the duet but here we had Thakur as well to accompany us. Somu walked as if he was on a rope fighting against the gravity trying to help him as well as the bottle.
“Shhhh… wait, this is your bhabi’s (sister in law) house,” I said as we stood in front of Pooja’s house. It was a beautiful bungalow, the kind of houses allotted only to the top employees. A nameplate placed outside the gate read ‘Kapoor’s’. Kapoor uncle’s new car was parked inside while the other two were outside the gate.
“Hey Bryan, mind your words. Let Pooja herself decide who will be her brother in law,” said Somu as he tried hard to open the gate which was locked from inside.
I picked up a pointed stone from the ground and wrote ‘BEAST KAPOOR’ on the car.
Somu could not open the gate, so out of frustration he threw that bag of bottle inside the gate. Luckily it did not break but produced enough noise to alert the beast.
“Who is there? stop, stop…” Kapoor uncle shouted as he came out tying his nightgown. Her wife followed behind him complaining that in hurry he had wore her nightie.
“Run Bryan, Run Somu. The beast is out,” said Vicky and ran away.
Vicky said ‘run’ and we heard ‘rum’. Before we could understand, it was too late. The rum had killed our swiftness. Before we could take any action, Kapoor uncle held us by our neck and dragged us inside the house. Half the effect of the rum went down as we saw that beast from close; he looked like a horror in Ramsay’s movie wearing a ladies gown. He then went outside and brought the bag, which Somu threw.
Pooja came out in her nightdress; even in a nightdress she looked beautiful. She rubbed her eyes twice unable to believe it was us who threw the bottle at her house.
We both stood in front of Kapoor uncle, aunty and Pooja in other words Father in law, mother in law and wife who sat on a sofa which otherwise was for guests. No way, we were there to decide whom finally Kapoor uncle approves as his the son in law but we stood like criminals to be hanged in minutes.
He opened the bag and removed the bottle from it.
“Oh god! See this Manpreet, a bottle of rum. Verma was right that day. The standard of RCF boys has really come down,” Uncle said as he smelled the bottle.
“Does not smell like rum but the odour seems to be well known.”
‘Why it wouldn’t be?’ I thought of helping uncle to recollect the incidence in the marriage.
“And this tiny fellow, he is the same guy who kicked me in the pool, hit me with a stick, pissed on me and now they have dared to visit my house and throw a bottle of rum,” Uncle said as he stood in front of Somu .
“What is your name?” He asked.
“Someshwar Swaminathan Iyyer,” Somu replied.
“You mean Swaminathan Iyyer who works in RCF’s accounts department is your father?”
“Yes sir,” Somu replied with his head down.
“And what about you? What is your name?”
“Bryan Albert D’costa.”
“What did you say? You mean you are Albert’s son.”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh god! Manpreet did you hear that? He is Albert’s son. You know your dad is one of the most sincere and hardworking persons in my department, and he is my good friend.”
I stood confused unaware about how I should react to this. Shall I be happy and thrust my hand to shake with uncle or shall I cry, pleading to give us a last chance by not disclosing it in front of our father. We found the second option as the most common which all the criminals in the world adopt.
With tears in our eyes, we pleaded in front of uncle to forgive us. We convinced him that we found that bottle fallen on the roadside and out of curiosity, we drank it.
Our acting was much convincing than our tears, finally not uncle but aunty was trapped by our crocodile tears as she uttered the golden words of wisdom.
“Ok, ok stop crying. Listen Pooja’s father, let us forgive them. How innocent these boys look, especially that short one with thick glasses and I am sure innocent faces cannot be wrong.”
I felt like falling on her feet as she said so, not as her son in law but to thank her for trying to save us from disaster.
“You call them innocent, Manpreet! You don’t know these boys, and especially that Swaminathan’s son. Don’t trust them; I am sure they won’t change.”
Kapoor uncle had made his mind to roast us for next morning’s breakfast, but what about Somu, who was already overcooked.
“We promise you uncle; we will never do it again. Please don’t report it to our dads.”
Without thinking about the present night’s consequences, I jumped on the most important rescue operation as the worst part was to be attended at home, if ever Kapoor uncle reported it to our fathers.
“Let them go dad.”
We lifted our face towards Pooja as she uttered those magical words. The magic of those words was such that we were happily ready to sacrifice our life. Then we moved our face towards uncle, expecting some mercy.
“Bryan, I am feeling queasy,” Somu whispered to me putting his head down.
“So am I, Somu.”
The last thing we tried not to do was mess up Kapoor uncle’s house by vomiting. However, one thing was sure, if uncle did not set us free within the next five minutes then he would rather blame himself for the consequences.
“Ok, if you all are insisting, I am allowing them to go, but I ensure that this is for the last time. By informing your parents about this, I do not want them to feel ashamed of themselves.”

Kapoor Uncle’s point was right. Out of excitement we had performed some sin’s, unknowing of the fact that it could affect our parents’ esteem. As of now, the most important thing was we had to run outside and find some safe place to dispose the intake. Without wasting any more time, we apologized to them and ran outside the house. After running for a couple of yards outside the gate, we vomited in the drainage line that flowed outside the house. In short, we had vomited out all the evil sin’s we had injected unknowingly out of curiosity inside our soul.

BOOK'S REVIEW by Vijay Rajput

The Comical Saga (Happiness is Priceless) is debut novel of Mayuresh Pokharankar. 

The Comical Saga By Mayuresh is a  love saga of three friends Bryan, Somu and Vicky. All of them fall in love with a same girl Pooja Kapoor.

The Story begins with three boys Bryan, Somu and Vicky who are influenced with their classmate Varun, who is older than them as he spends more time to pass a class than usual students.

The story is full of childhood  adventures. The book throws on light how students can ruin their career in bad company. But changes are inevitable. Things change when Pooja come to their life. They start focusing on studies and become good students for her love.

The book is a light read. As the author has mentioned in the intro that his goal is to spread happiness in this world. He has got some success after writing this book. A lot of situation in the book   make you laugh or carve a smile on your lips.

A nice read guys, Give it a try it will not bore you. 

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BOOK REVIEW

Book Review: The Comical saga by Mayuresh Pokharankar


The comical saga makes one interesting read. It revolves around a story consisting of couple of school boys who deviate from studies and indulge in various adventures (smoking, drinking, proposing to girl and so on). The first half of the book sort of portrays negative side or how the kids neglect studies and do stuff they’re not supposed to do. The second half revolves around the girl they’re trying to impress and couple of good deeds they do. The end involves some melodrama and tragedy, which is best read on the book.

There’s nothing extra ordinary or sci-fi about the book. But it’s simple narration is bound to interest you, more so if you can position yourself in the shoes of narrator. Unlike typical love stories this book doesn’t start with college hero and heroine and ending with marriage. It starts with school boys and ends with them being school boys. Lot of humor, creative writing has ensured that simple incidents are made easier and interesting to read.
I learnt from the backpage that the author Mayuresh Pokharankar wrote this book as he was recovering from a road accident. I assume he has recovered well by now. I wish him all the best for future books and his career.

I finished reading this book in 2 sittings over 2 days. Made nice read. Give it a try if possible.

VARUN FALLS IN LOVE

Eventually as the days went by, the angry young man in Varun Bhai disappeared and in came the lover boy Chintu Kapoor i.e. Rishi Kapoor. The romantic ‘‘Mansoon’’ season was full on. Love was in the air everywhere and this time Varun Bhai was in love, yes could you believe it? Varun Bhai had a crush on one of our classmates who sat in the adjacent row, two benches in front of Varun Bhai. Her name was Neha; she was exactly opposite to Varun, not only in terms of sex, but also in terms of studies and beauty. We were not concerned as to how and when did Varun Bhai fall in love with Neha. However, for us the fact was that Varun Bhai was in love and being more of his followers than friends, we had to blindly support him. Although we were quite clear that someday the sky may come down, bulls may give milk, Monday might come before Sunday, but one thing could never happen is, Neha accepting the proposal of Varun Bhai.

The steady drops of rain produced a melodious music as it dropped down on the window roof, trees and ground. Occasionally with the breeze, the drops of water entered through the window. Our seats were besides the window giving us an opportunity to enjoy the rain while the boring classes were in progress. The outer scenery of people carrying umbrellas along with beautiful chicks was much more fascinating than the inside one and therefore most of the time we respected Mother Nature over the non-stop lecture!

“Bryan, lean down. I need to see my Neha peacefully,” Varun Bhai ordered from behind.
‘‘My Neha’’, was how he always addressed her as if he was the father of that girl. It was a signal to everyone as if copyrights been registered under his name. Slowly the whole class came to know about it and no one even dared to go close to her, not even girls!
Varun Bhai sat behind me in the left corner while Neha sat in the next row to my right . Therefore unintentionally I was falling between Varun Bhai and Neha which I rectified by correcting my posture. Every day I had to sit in a lean position as if I allowed Varun Bhai to screw me from the back. My back pained like a hell but I still never dared to object.

Once, we suggested a plan to Varun Bhai after checking his horoscope in the newspaper. It was our daily homework, given by Varun Bhai. On a regular basis we had to inform him if his stars showed any love signs.
“Varun Bhai there is some good news for you. Your star sign suggested ‘‘Love life might take a different mode’’,“ I said.
The statement, as usual, like a typical astrologer’s, was confusing. It carried two meanings, which it often does. Not sure of what mode it was going to take, we decided to settle for the positive one. More or less, we had our own interest behind it. If it worked out with Neha, Varun might get busy with ‘‘his Neha’’ and will spare us from his cage.
The moment I read it early in the morning, my thoughts suggested to me, ‘‘Bryan if ever some good signs were there then they probably were for the million other Sagittarians excluding Varun. Varun was the last on earth to be benefited by this’’. But still we thought of giving it a try.
“Why don’t you write a letter to Neha Bhabi expressing your feelings? When your stars are favouring, we think you should give it a try,” suggested Vicky and we all agreed to it.
“Yes I want to,” said Varun and paused a little before continuing. “But do you think it will work?” Varun Bhai tried to confirm and we all waited anxiously for his approval.
“Of course, Varun Bhai.”We all pushed his thoughts in unison.
“Ok then, take a pen and a paper,” he said as he pulled a notebook from Somu’s hand and tore a page without asking him.
“Give me your Pen Vicky.” Varun Bhai demanded.
“Pen! Are you going to write it with a pen Varun Bhai?”Vicky asked and we looked at him in surprise.
“It’s below your standard Varun Bhai. Writing with a pen is very commonplace which every lover does, so what’s new in it. You should be different Varun Bhai. The letter should be very touchy; it should reflect your bravery. The very glance on the paper should melt her heart.”
I was afraid, as Vicky had given a long speech, which even Indira Gandhi would have been proud of. I sat without any clue wondering what it was going to be.
“Then tell me Vicky, how should I write?” Varun asked in a confused tone.
“With your blood Varun Bhai.” We were taken aback as Vicky said so. How could he suggest something so weird and so painful? I visualized Varun bhai crying out in pain, squeezing out blood from one of his fingers while still continuing to write.
“That’s a good idea Vicky,” Varun agreed.
I could not believe that Varun was actually ready to cut his finger.
However, we were wrong; Varun was smarter than what we thought. He removed a blade from his compass box and flicked it one, two and three on each one of our fingers, and blood spouted out even before we could express our pain.
“Ouch!”
“Gosh!”
“Fuck!”
Three different words of pain from three different mouths. Somu and I gave a furious look at Vicky gnashing our teeth. What on earth made him to suggest that injudicious plan?
“Don’t worry guys, it won’t pain a lot. Everybody squeeze your finger and collect the blood on the desk while Vicky you dip the pen and write the letter for me,” Varun said with ease.
“If it was so painless then why didn’t he cut off his own hand?” As usual I didn’t say a word, as I did not want Varun Bhai to cut my other finger as well.
Vicky was good at writing. His language and ability of expressing was better than ours, while Varun Bhai was hopelessly dumb. I wished someday someone comes and make him realize how dumb he was. However, the fact was that at the present moment we all were sitting like dumb folks squeezing our finger and feeling the pain.
Vicky wrote a beautiful letter, which read…

“To,
Darling Neha,
Least aware of the fact, when you sit lonely listening to the lecture, an unknown person keeps on staring at you, dreaming about you, and appreciating you, is me. When you look outside the window and watch the birds flying high, then the sun after burning that shines for you is me. When you write the exam, the answer that makes you pass, is me. When you chat with your friends, the smile that makes you look more beautiful is me.

Can you guess who it is? Knock your heart and ask. The reply that comes is me, yes it’s me yours and only yours, Varun.

I Love You Neha. If not me then the pain hidden in the letter written by my spouted blood will let you know that ‘‘Neha I Love you’’.
Yours Lovingly,
Varun

The letter was very expressive. If not Varun, then the letter would work for him. Varun Bhai handed it to Somu who was then to act like a postman. Somu knew that Neha would kill him and the situation might worsen if she reports it to the principal; so what he had to do was act smartly.
“VV V..a..rrun…”
The voice hardly came out of Somu’s mouth as Varun stood like a predator in front of him.
“wwwhat am am I I saying, see see if I gg go and give tt this letter to your Neha then she might doubt yy your bravery and might think that you are a coward. Why don’t you gg go and gg give it to her?”Somu said stammering with fear.
“I think you made a valid point, I will go myself,” Varun agreed.
Recess bell rung and we all went to the men’s room where we helped our romantic hero with his make up.

“Let’s move guys…” Varun Bhai uttered in his firm and confident words as he moved giving a final touch by running his wet fingers over his hair. We followed Varun Bhai to watch all the drama live and exclusive.


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The craze of Neha was out of Varun Bhai’s mind for a few days, which narrowed our chances of getting out of Varun Bhai’s life, until from somewhere Varun Bhai got this information.
“Guys bring your ears close to me.”
We all were ready with our ears offered to Varun Bhai; probably for a slap.
“Guys I have come to know that Neha’s birthday falls on the 13th of this month. I have my final chance to impress her.”

Though the unlucky date had suggested everything, we still decided to support Varun Bhai.
“I have my final chance to impress her, so I am thinking of impressing her with a gift. But I am confused. What should I gift her? You have to make some suggestions.”
Different options were offered such as ladies’’ purse, lipstick, make up box, etc. but finally we settled for a bouquet of flowers when Vicky told us girls like flowers a lot and it touches their heart directly.
“Ok then. We will go with flowers.” approved Varun Bhai.
Everything seemed fine except for the date which fell on a Sunday. It meant either we drop our plan or visit her home, though the first one looked much easy. However, this time Varun had made up his mind to impress Neha. He wouldn’t have let it go easily just for a stupid day.
“No guys. No matter what happens we will go together at her house.”
We all looked at each other’s faces as we tried to figure out whose would be girlfriend was she and why the hell Varun Bhai wanted us to get into this crap.
“Ok Varun Bhai.” We had to agree.

On the following Sunday morning, skipping my Sunday mass, I was with Varun Bhai holding an umbrella against the heavy rain, half covering myself but fully covering him along with the other two preys as we headed towards the flower shop.
“Bhaiya how much for that?” asked Varun wiping away droplets of rainwater from his face and pointing at a beautiful bouquet of pink and white lilies.

“Rs 50,”answered the vendor as he was busy arranging flowers under the plastic shade in front of his shop. We tried hard to fit ourselves under the artificially created roof trying to save ourselves from the heavy rain.
“50 Rs looks so cheap! After all it is for my Neha. It should carry some value,” Varun Bhai said and we all nodded.
“What about that, that big one?” asked Varun Bhai as he spotted a big almost three feet bouquet full of pink and red roses, white daffodils and pink lilies. It indeed was beautiful but also indeed very big; one which would have been best for a funeral. I thought Varun Bhai must have had some alternate plans for it. If something or the other goes wrong which obviously was very likely to happen, then the same flowers could help in our funeral.
“Rs 100,” the vendor replied.
“But it is too big Varun Bhai,” said Somu. I guess Somu thought the same thing which I was thinking.
“Shut up anna, you hardly know about girls,” Varun Bhai chided Somu as if he had obtained a degree on this. Don’t know about degree but he had a stamp on his face approved by Neha.
“Make it for Rs 90 Bhaiya,” Varun Bhai bargained.
The sale was fixed and the vendor handed it over to Varun.
“Give me Rs 30 each,” Varun Bhai commanded.
What for? I would have asked but removed a Rs 50 note from my pocket and handed it to him expecting to get Rs 20 in return, which I never got. Somu and Vicky smartly handed Rs 30 each. A chocolate was bought from that extra 20 rupees, which, in short, I should say, my 20 rupees. I thought if this were the case then I would have managed to steal different varieties of fresh, colourful and sweet scented flowers from our neighbour Shantilal’s garden which he maintained behind of our building.
“Ring the bell,” commanded Varun Bhai as we stood in front of Neha’s door shivering (not knowing whether we were shivering from the cold because of our drenched bodies or from fear .) with Varun holding the big bouquet labelled ‘‘With Love, Varun’’ which had covered half of his body. With his front vision blocked due to the bouquet, Varun Bhai commanded me to ring the doorbell; my legs were shaking assuming the dreadful consequences of our imprudent act.
As soon as I rang the doorbell, off we ran, all three of us, in a split of a second leaving Varun Bhai alone, who stood like a stupid moron carrying the big bouquet. For the present moment the most dreadful fear over Varun Bhai was in the form of Neha’s parents.
We ran hard until we found a comfortable place behind a tree

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204 Cathedral Street,(Mission Street)
Pondicherry - 605001.
Tel.No. 0413 - 2345513 Mr.Michael Antony
Gangaram's Book Bureau (Bangalore)
Gangaram's Book Bureau
72, Mahatma Gandhi Road,
Banglore - 560 001.Mr, Prakash Gangaram
Tel.2558-1617,2558-1618,25586189.
Hallmark Image Gallery (Pune)
33/4 , L.I.G. Colony, Sector No.25 ,
Pradhikaran, Nigadi, Pune - 411 044.
Mr.Shivaji Mirgale
Tel : 9370935948/9604478967
Happy Book Stall (Mumbai)
8, Rizvi House, 34, R.N.Marg,
Bandra, Mumbai - 400 050.
Tel.No.26400019
(M) : 9224426325
International Book House (Bhopal)
U-19-20, Thadaram Complex,
209-A,Zone-1,Maharana Pratap Nagar,
Bhopal -462011. (M.P)
PH-0755-2578331,2710562
Jainson Book Shop (Indore)
33,Bakshi Gali,
Rajwada,Indore-452004.
Mr.Manish Jain - 09425318787
Jawahar Vidyalaya (Goregaon)
H N Compound, Behind City Centre Mall,
M G Road, Goregaon (West),
Mumbai - 400 062. Librarina : Sharmila
Tel : 28743257/28739562
Khurana Book Store (Jalandhar)
Shop No.M-13, Opp.Chandigarh Counter,
Jalandhar Bus Stand,Jalandhar (Punjab)
Mr.Charandeep Singh Khurana
Tel : 09888241085
Kwality Book Co.(Kolkata)
37B, Block-'B',
New Alipore
Kolkata - 700 053.
Landmark Limited (Ampa Mall)
Landmark Limited,
Ampa Mall,
Chennai
Landmark Limited (Apex Plaza)
Landmark Limited, Apex Plaza,
# 3, Nungambakkam High Road,
Chennai - 600 034.
Tel : 28221000/52144266
Landmark Limited (Citi Center)
Block No.37, Door No.10 & 11,
Dr.RAdhakrishna Salai,
Mylapore, Chennai - 600004.
Tel : 28477775-9
Landmark Limited (Forum Mall)
The Forum
No.21, Hosur Road,
Bangalore - 29.
Tel : 2206777-80
Landmark Limited (Infiniti Mall)
Infiniti Mall, No.619 B5 & 652C,
New Link Road, Oshiwara
Khandala Complex, Andheri (West),
Mumbai - 400 053. Tel: 26396010-13
Landmark Limited (Jainagar)
Swagath Garuda Mall,
1 & 2 Floor, Jaynagar,
Bangalore - 560041.
Landmark Limited (Mumbai Phoenix
Landmark Limited, Palladium, Basement
The Phoenix Mills Compound,
Senapati Bapat Marg, Lower Parel,
Mumbai - 400 013.
Landmark Limited (Spencer Plaza)
Spencer Plaza,
Phase 2, # 769, Anna Salai,
Chennai - 600 002.
Tel : 28495995/97
Landmark Limited (Vashi)
Landmark Limited, 1st Floor,
Inorbit Mall, Near Vashi Railway Stn.
Vashi, Mumbai - 400705.
Landmkar Limited (Ahmedabad)
Iscon Mega Mall,
Sarkhej Gandhinagar Highway,
Near Rajpath Club,
Ahmedabad - 380015

Modern Books & Books (Ranchi)
Near Kali Mandir,Church Road,
Ranchi - 834001 (Jharkhand)
Mr.Suraj Prakash/Mr.Bhupesh Choudhury
Tel :09708611013/09835329939

Natraj Book Centre (Ahemdabad)
GF - 10,National Chambers,
Ground Floor,City Multiplex Lane,
2nd Shop From V.I.P Luggage,
Ashram Road,Ahemdabad - 380009.
NEELKAMAL BOOK LINKS
1st Floor, Narayan Naik Complex,
Behind Gandhi Gyan Mandir
Sultan Bazar, Hyderabad - 500 095.(A.P)
Tel.No.040-2475140,24757197
New Midland Book Shop (Gurgaon)
C-102 , Shopping Mall, DLF
Phase -1, Arjun Marg,
Gurgaon (Haryana)
Tel.No.01924-4380599 (M) 9310523999
Paradises Books & More (Mumbai)
Next To Otters Club,
Opp.Sunflower Building,
Carter Road, Bandra( West), Mumbai - 50.
Tel.No. 26431020 Mr. Chavan
Paramount Book Store (New Delhi)
88, M.M. JANPATH
NEW DELHI - 110 001.
Parle Book Centre (Mumbai)
22, Seva Sadan, D.J.Road,
Vile Parle (W),
Mumbai - 400 056.
Tel.No.26140981 / 26188389 Mr.Nilesh
People Book House (Mumbai)
People Book House,meher House,15 Cawasji
Patel Street,fort Mumbai - 400001.
Tel.No.22873768 Mr.Gopal Pujari
Pocket Book Centre (Surat)
Opp.Jyotisangh,Relife road,
Ahemdabad - 380001.
Tel - 079-25508732/25508328
Prabhus Books (Trivendrum)
Ayurveda College Jn.
Old Sreekanteshwaram Raod,
TVM - 695001.
471-2479586 Mr.Venu
Prism The Book Shop (Bangalore)
# 16, 11th Main,
IV Block, Jayanagar,
Bangalore - 560 011.Tel.No.26637527
Mr.M.K.Rakesh Kumar 9844066375.
Puliani Book House (Bangalore)
No.7, First Floor, 3rd Main,
Hotel Street,Below Bangalore Residency
Gandhinagar, Bangalore - 560 009.
Tel.No.42515151/22342121 Mr, Vinayak
Pustakk Mandira (Pondicherry)
155A,M.G.Road,(Upstair)
Aurobindo Street Cutting,
Pondicherry - 605001 Mr.Sampath Kumar
09345451558
Rayzyn Bookshop& Library (Mumbai)
Shop No.3, Corner View,opp.Bianca Tower,
Off Yari Road,Versova Mumbai 400061.
Tel.:26329133,65966137 Cell9930880674
Miss. Reshma Sood
Readers & Paradise (Mumbai)
63, Warden Road, Breach Candy,
Mumbai - 400 026.
Mr.Amrish Ved
Tel : 23644441
Readingtree BookShope(Ahmedabad.)
A1 Shivalik Plaza, Near AMA,
IIM Road, Vastrapur,
Ahmedabad - 380015
Tel No. (079)64501308

Sairam Book Paradise (Bangalore)
Sri Venktabri Arcade,26,Gandhi Market,
Main Road,Between Vidyarati Bhavan
& Rotiaghar,Basavanugdi,Banglore - 56000
Mr, Venkatesh Babu 09341973854
Simplt Books Online Services Pvt. Ltd.
A-103, Prerana Apartments,
GH-8, Sector-56, Gurgaon-122011
Mob No. 09899020006
SRI VIDHYA BOOK CENTRE
C/o.Pusthak Bharati,
# 7, Sannathi Street,
Mylapore, Chennai - 600 004.
Tel.No.24611345/24511141 (M) 9940154105
Standard Book Company (New Delhi)
124-125, Municipal Market,
Super Bazar Compound,Cannaught Palace,
P.O.Box 708, New Delhi - 110001.
Tel : 011-23413899/23413828
Subodh Granthmala (Ranchi)
Pustak Path,
Ranchi - 834001
(Jharkhand) Mr.Rajesh Sharma
Tel : 0651-2202858/9431114547
The Book House (Bhopal)
25-C Indrapuri, Raisen Road,
Bhopal - 21
0755-4235485
The Book Points (I) Pvt Ltd (Chennai)
160,Anna Salai,
Chennai - 600 002.
(T.N)Tel.No.28523019
Mr.Ashok 9840794029
The Book Quest (Mumbai)
105,Nehru Road,Vile Parle(E),
Mumbai - 400057.
Tel.No.26108435 Mr.Chirag Shah
The Book Shelf (Chandigarh)
Bay Shop No.399,
Sector 32-D,
Chandigarh
Tel.No.0172-5087686, 4655399
The Book Shop (Ludhiana)
Shop No.4, Bus Stand,
Ludhiana (Punjab)
Mr.Vipan Nayyar
Tel : 161-5062514/5062514/921740675
The Browser Book Store & Library
Sco 14 & 15,Sector 8 C,
Chandigrah - 160018.
0172-2547340/2547350
Visakhapatnam Steel Plant (Library)
Training & Development Centre
CENTRAL LIBRARY
VISAKHAPATNAM - 530 031.(INDIA)
Tel : 2519537 / 2518426